Page 35 of Dragon Lord
Draknart was tearing down the narrow beach as if he was rushing into battle.
“Einin!”he roared.Then he spotted her, and he faltered before he resumed his mad dash.
When he reached her, he flattened her against his wide chest and held her there, his strong arms like iron bars around her body.A very dragonly groan escaped him.“Einin.”
She lay her cheek against his warm skin and inhaled his scent of faint smoke and sex and more—her own scent still lingered on him.Red nail marks crisscrossed his chest.Hers.As were the teeth marks on his shoulders.Einin was fairly certain she also had his teeth marks on her skin.
She regretted nothing.
From the way he was holding her, it didn’t seem as if he was regretting the night either.
His voice rumbled above her.“I woke alone.”
“I needed a quick bath.”
His great chest expanded, moving under her cheek as he drew a deep breath, then let it out again.“I thought you left.”
She could feel his manhood between them, hot and hard, but he made no move to seduce her.She, too, held still, resting against his heat that had the power to warm her even in the cold lake.
He eased back, opening his mouth to say something, but his lips snapped shut as his gaze darkened, dipping from mark to mark that he’d left on her skin.Then he abruptly turned from her and strode into deeper water, dove under.
Einin waited for him to swim back to her, but when it became apparent that he would keep going, she waded out of the water.She went back to the cave to see if any of her clothes were salvageable.Draknart might be happy to walk around naked, but Einin very much felt the wind.
Unfortunately, her garments… She stared at the strips of fabric with chagrin.They were unsuitable for anything save to be used as bandages.She swore like the goatherd her father had been.She would have given much for just one softly worked goat skin.
Maybe Draknart could catch a few more rabbits.Their pelts would have to do.No time to cure them, but any cover was better than nothing.
Until then… Einin picked up the widest strip of fabric at hand, a leg of her brother’s britches, and tied it around her waist.The second widest strip went around her breasts.The she picked up a few more and fashioned herself a sword belt.The blade by her side made her feel better.
“Einin, sweeting.”Draknart stood in the mouth of the cave, his muscular frame outlined by the light behind him.
Oh.
Realization slashed through Einin like lightning across a stormy sky.
Her mind had been so crowded with memories of the previous night, she’d been too dazed to notice that… but now… Her blood rushed.Oh!She lurched forward.“Draknart!”
“I’m sorry about last night,” he said, his tone gruff.“I beg your forgiveness.”
“Draknart, you’re—”
“I did not mean what happened, not the way it happened.”
“Draknart—”
“Might we start anew?”
“Draknart!”She reached him and slapped his wide chest.“You’re a man!”
He froze.
He looked at his feet.Then he put his hand on his stomach.His dark eyes turned bleak.“Aye.”
“Why?”
He rolled his shoulders, as if hoping to roll the human skin off.Odd sounds emanated from his chest.His lips tightened, as if he was holding back a roar.He shook his head.“We need food,” he said through gritted teeth.“I’ll hunt.”
He strode into the woods and disappeared before Einin could call him back.
